Mars

 

    And for the Peterson's last destination before our return to the U.S, we have gone to Mars. It's actually quite nice once you get past the huge deserts and rocky wastes—there's clear blue skies, beautiful teal ocean, and great surfing. 

    Wait, never mind—one of the local little green men is telling us that we're in the Canary Islands. 

Lanzarote is a little speck of desert a ways off the coast of Western Sahara...yup, we're in Africa! Geographically at least, for all other intents and purposes the Canary Islands are a part of Spain and by extension Europe. But we're disregarding that. Lanzarote is the westernmost of the Canary Islands, a little pile of sand and rock that is one of the most beautiful and yet strangely martian-esque places that I have ever been.

    Lanzarote has been our vacation-from-our-vacation, a place to relax and unwind after our time on the Camino. However, it has been far from a relaxing island holiday—really more of a crazy surf/scuba dive camp. Dad's been getting plenty of diving time while Mom, Quill, and I have been attempting to learn to surf (a process which involves a lot more thrashing and falling than surfing). By the time we meet back up at 3:00 in the afternoon, we're usually all ready to collapse from exhaustion.

    Well, that's all I have to say. I'm going to go and groan about how sore I am now, then maybe go take a nap. I can't wait to see you all again next month!